(Minors dni)
Why are you standing at the back of the venue? Take my hand, you're supposed to fucking mosh at a hardcore punk show dude. I'll pick you up when you fall, don't mind the sting in your thigh or the needle and syringe I slip into my pocket when I help you to your feet again. You didn't see anything in my hand. It was probably somebody's spiked clothing. That's what you get for insisting on wearing feminine shit when you know it isn't a reflection of your true self.
I know the local scene pretty well, so I keep taking you to shows every week with me. You follow me around like a puppy. It's pretty cute, to be honest, watching you jump around like one, really getting into it. My friends joke around and tell me to call off my dog before he bites someone. I laugh and just tell them that puppies are like that.
And when the night ends and you're back at my place, you're grinding on my thigh like you're in heat, whining and clawing at my chest. Aww puppy, your tdick is coming in so nicely, and I bet it's sensitive rutting against me huh? It's so cute hearing your voice break while you whine into my neck, getting a little lower every week. I'm being real indulgent letting you make a mess like this on my thigh, you know. So you better clean it off with your tongue when you're done.
i’m free on thursday if you wanna start a toxic codependent thing
Does anyone older than me want to have kind of a weird problematic thing going on
in another life im a swaggy white boy making out with my bf in the gas station bathrooms
Metalhead bf who's takes you to concerts because he knows it's too loud for people to hear your moans and too crowded and dark for people to see that he's groping you. <3
I AM A MAN. Any misgendering will be met with being blocked immediately.
when they ask what my future plans are but I can’t say move out west and start a duck farm where I live off the grid with my transgender husband and our 3 cats who we treat like children. And live in a house filled head to toe full of my husband and I’s artwork, memories and weird knickknacks. and every night we cook together and dance in the kitchen under the soft oven light.
So i just say “oh i don’t know maybe college?”
they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared
I hate small talk can you put your cigarette out on me
reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.
i need to have somewhat unethical and mildly unhealthy sexual encounters until i feel normal again
please bro beat the shit out of me I need it for enrichment